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Sam: Okay, guys. We need to have a meeting.
Marta Pearl Beary: Guys?
Sam: Okay, people.
Nanette DuBeary: People?
Miss Liberty Melody Barbara Hope Francis: I'm not a people. I'm a baby!
Sam: <sigh> Okay. Ummm. Everyone!
Alice B. Patchbeary: Well, that seems to be fairly inclusive.
Miss Liberty Melody Barbara Hope Francis: Is a baby an "everyone"?
Nanette DuBeary: Of course, sweetie. "Everyone" means all of us.
Marta Pearl Beary: "Guys" means all the males.
Alice B. Patchbeary: If "guys" -- which seems to be a very casual form of "everyone" -- is not acceptable, then why should we settle for "everyone"?
Nanette DuBeary: I do not wish to be referred to as a guy.
Marta Pearl Beary: Neither do I.
Miss Liberty Melody Barbara Hope Francis: I'm a baby!
Alice B. Patchbeary: I do not want to be one of many. I like being me and unique.
Nanette DuBeary: You certainly are unique.
Patriot Bear SIR: HARRUMPH!
Nanette DuBeary: I meant that as a compliment. Each of us is unique in our own way.
Sam: Can we get started with our meeting?
Giraffiti: What are we having a meeting for?
Sam: It was Ms. Mary's birthday a week ago, and we still haven't done anything special for her.
Mr. Vegas: Yes, we did. We all gave her lots of hugs and kisses.
Bitsy: We do that all the time.
Huntley: But this time we said "Happy Birthday" with every one.
Sam: We haven't SUNG the birthday song.
BettyBear: Sung? We're going to sung, I mean sing, to her?
Sam: That's what people do on birthdays.
Miss Liberty Melody Barbara Hope Francis: I'm not a people. I'm a baby.
Sam: We can do like people do and sing to her.
James Canterbury: I'll do it. <sings> Happy birthday to you. Squashed tomatoes in stew. Bread and butter in the gutter. Happy birthday to you.
Marta Pearl Beary: What!?
James Canterbury: You want me to sing it again?
Marta Pearl Beary: That's not the birthday song.
James Canterbury: That's what we sing in England. What do you sing?
Marta Pearl Beary: The birthday song.
James Canterbury: Sing it. I sang mine; now, you sing yours.
Quackers: Hippo birdie two ewe. Hippo birdie two ewe. Hippo birdie deer ewe. Hippo birdie two ewe.
Just Ducky: Oh, now, that is juuust ducky, juuust ducky.
Patriot Bear SIR: HARRUMPH!!
Just Ducky: I meant that as a compliment. Quackers was juuust ducky.